Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.